Feng Xingying and Ye Lingxin's facial features are almost identical, and their temperaments are also very similar, even the frowning demeanor is very similar.

But they are never the same person, the person who left the portrait of Ye Lingxin painted it extremely exquisitely, painting Ye Lingxin vividly, and even more allowing Qin Molin to distinguish the difference between her and Feng Xingying.

Qin Molin also took out a portrait, which he drew for Feng Xingying with his own hands based on his memory.

Seeing that portrait, Ye Jingning also lost his mind for a long time, and couldn't help muttering: "They are different after all." ”

"What are your plans? You should know the temple is looking for you. And Xiaoying is big, you should integrate into this world, if you are really good for her, you shouldn't be so selfish. Qin Molin didn't plan to dwell on Xiaoying's identity anymore, Ye Jingning didn't admit it, and he had no evidence.

Yes, speaking of selfishness, Qin Molin admits that he is also selfish.

If he found Feng Xingying first, he would have encircled her by his side, even more so than Ye Jingning.

But he is different, he is the man who sealed the star shadow, and Ye Jingning is just her apprentice.

"She looks like Feng Xingying, you can ask the Holy Maiden Ye Nian to accept her as a righteous daughter. It is also to comfort the pain of the saint who lost her daughter, I heard that your saint's heart disease has been committed again.

Or are you scared?"

"If I had been afraid, I would not have taken her to you. Ye Jingning laughed out loud: "I like her, but I will give her freedom and let her choose for herself." She is not a star shadow, when she grows up, if she still insists on marrying me, even if the opponent is strong, I will marry her. There is no master-apprentice taboo in our Divine Phoenix Domain. ”

"I'm not going to give up. A hint of coldness flashed in Qin Molin's eyes, he still misestimated Ye Jingning.

It turned out that Ye Jingning was really fighting the idea of sealing the star shadow, so Qin Molin could also be more sure that the little shadow was the star shadow.

Because Ye Jingning looked at Feng Xingying back then, it was this look in his eyes that did not change.

It's just that he didn't have a chance at that time, so he was always depressed. Now, he has a chance.

Qin Molin didn't say anything, but just hummed lightly: "I'm going to see the Holy Maiden tomorrow, you take Xiaoying with me." ”

This is the tone of the command, not the consultation.

"Good. ”

Qin Molin didn't sleep all night, he stayed quietly outside Xiaoying's cabin, he didn't dare to enter the house, for fear of scaring her. He didn't want to leave, he finally found her, and he wanted to keep the closest distance from her.

Of course he wanted to hold her, but he couldn't, that would frighten her and make her hate him and stay away from him.

Qin Molin sat outside the house, quietly took out his guqin, and began to play.

The sound of the piano is like crying, accompanied by the little shadow into a dream. The corners of her lips couldn't help but curve a beautiful arc, and she didn't know what she remembered.

Ye Jingning lived in the room next to Feng Xingying, looking at Qin Molin outside the house through the window, listening to his piano, he was also very entangled.

He wants to be a master, but this time he may never have a chance again. Fortunately, Xiaoying is still young, and he still has a thousand years to entangle.

Ye Jingning still respects Feng Xingying very much in her bones, she is a small shadow, and she is also Feng Xingying. Since Xiaoying was five years old, he forcibly slept in a separate room with her, and he told her that women can only sleep in one room with their husbands.

At that time, Xiaoying said that marrying him made him happy for a long time.

It's a pity that it's always a child's joke.

Qin Molin didn't feel it himself, it was Xiaoying who took the initiative to find him, Xiaoying was very interested in him, and Xiaoying liked him very much.

Can this kind of love carved into the soul really be replaced?